Your Love Is Strong

The footpath is a threshing floor, strewn with the seed husks that people chew like gum. Marshrutkas wobble to and fro on their frosty routes. Taxis drivers stomp their feet and blow on their fingers as they wait for the next customer. I'm walking home from a friend's apartment after sharing a meal and prayer. I'm thankful to God for this blessing. It's a new friendship that is growing and ministering to us both. But I'm also exhausted at the end of a long day, and I'm aware of a soreness in my heart - an aching, a longing for better relationships, for more wisdom and less anxiety. A longing for perfection, which is sharpened by the scruffy ribs of street dogs and the ghostly presence of working girls in alleyways. A fierce and impatient prayer rises in me, for the kingdom of God to rip through this fear and dirt and insufficiency and make all things new. How long, O Lord?

Then, suddenly, my iPod shuffles and has a providential fit. This song starts to play, and it is a tonic that floods and soothes my soul with truth. The ache is replaced with joy - of the 'unspeakable and full of glory' variety.

And now I'm sharing the song with you. Be blessed.